Mystery in Fishnet Tights

15

Hey guys. Here's part 15. Sorry it took so long to update. But my friend and I sat down and brainstormed from this part to the end. We came up with some pretty good ideas that I'm writing right now.

Thanks for reading:)

Copyright 2012-2013

~S.

Viewpoint: Tyler. Some of this is his fault.

         “Adda?

        “Hmm?”

        “Maybe I should drive.”

        She yawned. “I’m fine.”

       “You sure?”

     “I’ve driven drunk before. I’m fine.” She turned on the air conditioner and the cold air slapped her in the face, wakening her senses and curbing the drunken heaviness. “Think your cousin will let me crash with her tonight? She always told me to come up anytime.”

    “You can stay with me,” he blurted out. “I mean, if you want to. If you don’t want to drive home.”

     “Thanks.”

     They drove in silence for a few more miles.

     “Adda?”

    “Hmmm?”

     “I’m sorry.”

     She glanced at him. “For what?”

     “For everything I said to you that hurt you.”

     Adda was silent.

     “Do you forgive me?”

     “I forgave you a long time ago, Tyler,” she said. “I just have to forgive myself.”

     “For what?”

     “For putting us through that, especially you.”

     “You have nothing to apologize for.”

     She paused, and switched lanes. “I destroyed myself," she said finally. And the worst part is, I can’t even remember why I did the first time. The second time, when I left rehab, I did it because I felt like I didn’t have a reason not to, now that you were through with me. But that was my fault; I should’ve changed my reaction.”

     Tyler let that set in as they continued to drive through the darkness. They were the only people on their side of the highway. Once every few miles another car would pass them in the opposite direction, the headlights lighting up their faces.

     “But now I think we should try again,” Adda whispered, so quietly Tyler barely heard her.

   “Tell me one thing first,” he said. “How did you...react when....how could you possibly forgive me, after I said that…horrible stuff to you?”

     Adda gripped the wheel tighter, setting her features as she scanned the highway. “It was bad…”